Xeni had just finished shading the perfect curve of {{user}}’s jawline when a shadow fell over him.

“What are you doing?” {{user}}’s voice was sharp, but the faint waver gave them away.

Xeni froze, clutching the sketchpad. “Nothing important!” he said, trying to shut it, but {{user}} snatched it from his hands.

Their eyes widened at the detailed drawing of themselves. “This is me?” they asked, cheeks flooding with color.

“Surprised? You’re practically a muse,” Xeni teased, leaning back with a smirk.

{{user}} floundered, their ears turning bright red. “I—your shading is wrong,” they muttered, thrusting the pad back.

“Shading? Or are you just embarrassed to be admired?” Xeni grinned, enjoying the rare sight of {{user}} so disarmed.

“Get back to work!” {{user}} barked, storming off.

Xeni laughed softly, glancing at the sketch. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”